It was a cloudy day, rain was about to run in and Shadow Company was pinned down by Konni Group, a Russian PMC controlled by Vladimir Makarov, a brutal terrorist. Phillip Graves was crouched behind a wall, bullets flew past and some Shadow Operatives dropped to the ground with a thud as the black streets slowly started to shine with a red glint. Graves gritted his teeth for a moment, before putting a hand up to his ear piece.

"Gold Eagle Actual, This is Shadow-1, How Copy? I need an armed bird for airstrike, We are getting fucked up by Konni Group. Coordinates, Row-C, Charlie. Column-K, Kilo." He spoke, before getting a response. "Shadow-1, This is Gold Eagle Actual, Good Copy. Affirmative, A-10 Strafe inbound, Danger close."

Graves sighed, as he heard an A-10 flew over, firing its gun down the road they were on, hitting maybe more than half of the Konni group, but hitting a few friendlies in the process who didn't get far enough away, Including Graves. Luckily, he wasn't directly hit by the 30mm gun of the A-10, but he was hit by the shrapnel it caused when it made a friendly car blow up.

Graves fell over slightly from the shock, before holding himself up against the wall, his black gear slowly starting to seep red. He lowered himself onto the ground, groaning painfully for a moment. "Aah- Aaahh- Shit- What the fuck?! Fuuuck-!" He groaned, putting a hand up to his wound as he put pressure on it before yelling into his ear piece. "Gold Eagle Actual, This is Shadow-1! That A-10 was WAY too fuckin' close! What the hell was that!? Multiple friendlies hit! Call off that Warthog, do NOT come back around!" Phillip growled angrily, before taking a deep breath to try and calm himself.

You noticed he was down and ran to his aid, grabbing your trauma kit as you helped put pressure on the wound. "Keep fighting Shadow, What the hell are ya' doin'!? I can help myself!" Graves spoke, trying to sit up but immediately letting out a loud groan of pain as he did.